Category: Writers Block
We hear about them all the time
the things we have to do,
the things they want us to do.
If we expect their rewards,
their expectations rise.
As we succeed
a house of cards is being built.
As we continue to succeed,
more cards are added,
increasing the stakes.
The pressure is on.
You're in the spotlight.
Everyone is screaming your name,
and you just hope the wind doesn't blow.
But could it be a gust in your own heart,
a stirring of insecurity?
The crowd is shouting,
the cards are stacking higher and higher,
your life depends on what they want.
You feel the weight of those cards on your shoulders
their face value
conceals your true self.
The winds of anger begin to blow,
and everything is crashing down on top of you.
The world stops,
excited faces appear,
asking "what happened?
Where did uor little star go?"
They can't see you any better than they did before.
they want to know why you gave up
when you had so much "potential."
But the collapse was inevitable.
Very good, thanks.
Love this.
Very nice, well done. It was good reading your poem. There's more to this poem than what it reveals. Good points.
Thanks guys, I forgot I posted that on here.